“A Rich Find” · Season 3
In this episode: Al Swearengen (3), George Hearst (2), Steve (2), Seth Bullock (1), E.B. Farnum (1), Charlie Utter (1), Sol Star (1), Dan Dority (1)
It's Hearst. Hearst: is he Caesar, to have fights to the death for diversion? Murder his workers at whim? Smash passages in the fucking wall? A man of less wealth would be in fucking restraints.
We're in the presence of the new.
Fuck the fucking new! Jesus Christ, Al. Is it over for us here?
One thing: if he knew it was coming, Bill [Hickock] was not shy of drawing first.
Seth locked up Hearst instead of that.
Oh, I get it.
What does that mean?
It means, Mr. Star, after leading him by the ear through camp for all to fucking see, Seth installs Hearst in a cell adjoining a man he's had killed, that the knife still protrudes out of his chest. And as much as me and Hearst conversed, I made him address my ass. So do let's don't pretend Hearst will feel he was treated legal or civilized, or that his business with us is finished. Hearst is fucking coming. Bringing us back to Bill and doing unto others first. Which ought maybe include a visit to Hearst's fucking diggings. And his muscle you fail to murder before they arouse? You bring to chase you to camp, Judas goat the cocksuckers, for Swearengen's men and Tolliver's to mow down from fucking ambush while we're up seeing to Hearst.
There'll be nothing left of the camp.
How much you figure will stand once Hearst had his fucking say?
This place displeases me. I'm taking measures to bring it down.
That they're armed and awake don't have to mean they're fucking hired.
Yeah, and when I feel a shit coming on I'll remember to drop my pants.
The obvious merits utterance. Character is fucking pertinent.
If I'm to go, I'd as soon get started before the darkness.
Going means the darkness is upon us.
Charlie Utter thinks it has to come to blood.
Charlie Utter's likely right.
And if it has to, that we should strike first.
Believe me, even now in the forest the blade would be between my teeth; me and you making our way stealthily forward. And as to us and him, if blood's what it finally comes to, 100 years from now the forest is what they'll find here. Dewy morning's lost its appeal for me. I prefer to wake indoors. Dan! You don't travel tonight! Need of canned peaches, Johnny. Let's collect the camp elders. Be baffled among friends, huh?
[Dan comes out to the bar groggy and starts drinking Johnny's coffee] You go on ahead and drink that, it's about my third damn cup. I'm Jangle-nerved already. Let me go on and get shaky-handed, pop my foot on the floor like I'm a-listen' to banjo music!
[Speaking of blacks] Puttin' a dead one's kidneys up his nose... however the fuck else they summon up their demons. Beat thigh bones on tin pans... shake, rattlin', and hop the fuck around!
Ain't meanin' to be here long, ain't looking to drink. All's I'm here for, Steve, is to talk to this here gentleman.
Go ahead and do somersaults or peel bananas with each other for all I give a fuck. Whole place has gone to shit anyhow.
The nigger I appointed to dine with does not appear.
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